Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.